I told you to dump that piece of junk and get your bling mobile. Funny....I did a mea culpa....for real....nada. People are just bored with me. Oh well....Tonight....I am not even on the same planet as you...but this screaming banshee is ripping my eardrums right out of my head. I don't care what anyone is saying....to even remotely think that I can deal with this shit for the rest of my life? I don't think so. I don't want to. I'm playing it cool right now, because I haven't been in the desert that long without water. In about 3 or 4 months......honest to God....when I allow myself to crazy think...."okay...the damn thing is an alien in my head"....."and this alien is not retrievable". I don't counselor....habituating of this? This screaming? NOT!

jja